I am writing to document the fact that, somewhere and somehow in the past five hours since I have been away from my house and my mother, some magical thing happened. I walked in the door and heard her voice in the background, loud and clear coming from her bedroom as if in mid-conversation on the telephone. I breathed a sigh of relief at that sound.
And when I walked into the bedroom to check on her, there she was: sitting upright at her little desk, staring into her computer screen, with a phone in one hand.
PEOPLE. SHE IS TALKING TO TECH HELP ABOUT SPYWARE ON HER COMPUTER. THE WOMAN IS SICK, SICK, SICK, AND YET SHE IS CHATTING AWAY ABOUT VERMONT’S WEATHER IN 2007 TO A MAN SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHO IS HELPING HER FIGURE OUT SOME COMPLICATED PROBLEM ABOUT HER COMPUTER.
I am eavesdropping through the wall and am hearing the life in her voice, this beautiful energy, this determination even through the coughing. I don’t know what happened but I could not be more thankful for this moment. This is the mama I know.
Please, I want to say, Please don’t let this ever end.